All Chapters of Married To My Ex-husband's Half-brother : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

DENVER'S POV I've made mistakes in life, but this has to be the biggest of them all. I shouldn't ever have indulged those pouty lips when she leaned in to kiss me, or spread my palms across those tempting, white breasts. God. I rub my rough palms over my face. What the hell have I done? There's no fixing this, there's no doing away with the thought that I fucked Neriah. There's no denying now that I'm in love with her. And I can't let it happen. I know Gia and I aren't in good terms but she's been here for me through thick and thin, and she doesn't deserve what I've been dishing to her. I no longer get excited when her thought crosses my mind but I need stability over emotions. And that's exactly what Gia brings, stability. Unlike Neriah who throws everything apart the moment she walks into a room. Still the sight of the hurt in  those eyes can't seem to escape my mind. I already knew she would be hurt, I just didn't think

NERIAH'S POV I don't expect to see her at my doorstep. She's done something to her hair again, this time it's a mixture of brown with red undertone. Her cheeks have begun to fill in nicely and there's this brightness in her eyes that I've never really noticed. "Hey," she whips a bowl of pie from behind her back. "I brought you this." My lips curl up with a smile. "If that's supposed to make me smile then it's not working." She bursts into laughter and I follow suit. It's almost impossible to be angry at her when she's so cute. I open the door wider for her to come in, eyes running over her features to confirm that she was really putting on weight. "I see that living with your mom is good for you." "Ugh! It feels like she's the one living with me. I have to tell that woman everything!" She sinks into the couch as I grab paper plates for the pie. "She can barely even prepare instant noodles. I'm basically babysitting an adult." A brow raises in surprise, "Gia doesn't cook?" "No

LAURA'S POV I've never seen him so enraged. Liam's literally stomping his foot on the ground, fists folded tightly until his veins bulge. I didn't expect his meeting with Denver to come out beautifully, but I didn't expect it to go this badly either. He's not spoken a word to me since his jet landed. For the first time since I had my son, he didn't reach for him immediately he got back home from a journey. My hands reach for the carton of milk in the refrigerator, pouring some into the cereal I'm preparing for Junior. The boy's been clingy since his father returned and refused to carry him. Now he's making a fuss for breast milk. I can only hope this cereal calms him. When Liam finally stops pacing, he turns to me, eyes bloodshot. "I have to kill Denver." The spoon in my hand slips, spilling milk all over Junior who erupts in a tantrum. Liam finally reaches out for him, taking the cereal bowl from the table in front of me. "W...why would you say something like that so blatantly?"

DENVER'S POV "I don't need anything from you. Especially not an apology..."She’s right, she doesn’t actually need anything but damn it, I need something from her.Everything, in fact. I watch her storm off, her hair bouncing against her back with every furious step. She stops suddenly and when I incline my head to see what it is, I see Gia. If it were any other time I'd have felt guilty but right now I feel.... nothing. Gia turns around before Neriah can speak, her heels echoing down the hall. She's barely said a word to me the whole week and every time we've had a meeting together, like this morning, she sends a representative instead of attending herself. I hate take feeling of being caught between two women who I believe deserve better than the man I’ve been. For a moment, I consider letting Neriah go. I’ve made enough mistakes trying to control things I had no right to, but then Sara’s voice pushes through my thoughts, "I don't kn

LAURA'S POV It takes him three whole days to say yes. He was hardly enthusiastic about meeting with his mother in the first place but setting up a meeting with her was a whole different struggle. "Not today" became his watch word and I go tired as fuck. Until today."Tell her I can see her in thirty minutes," he said when he walked into the bedroom an hour ago. He'd just closed a deal with a client so he must've been in a good mood. Clara jumped at the news the moment I told her. She’s sitting near the window of the low profile coffee shop Liam chose now, hands wrapped around a paper cup. Her hair is tied up this time, showing faint lines near her temples. She looks extremely worn out and that feeling of compassion swells in my chest again at the sight. When she raises her head and sees Liam, she freezes. I watch her lips tremble before a soft smile spreads across her face. “Liam,” she whispers.He stops halfway across the room, eyes glaring at her. I nudge him forward with my p